I had to thinkabout this.I spent the day thinking about Stan's two brothers. Maybe I could makethem sissy's also. If they were as bad as Stan then it ...ouldn't hurt, itwould help. Since they had taken Stan's pills that must mean that they arealso taking other drugs. But Stan was getting to be a much better person.Well he wasn't beating up anyone anymore or taking their lunch many, Notthat that wasn't being done by others. If it helped Stan then it couldalso help his two brothers.But I didn't. He took a fist full of my long hair which made me feel really dirty,ans acting like a total slut , i let him fuck my mouth, taking him deep in my throat as he thrusted.from this angle i could take all of his cock into my mouth, his helmet nudging the back of my throat with every buck of his hips. dragging his cock from my mouth i demanded he fuck me.letting go of my hair he ripped my jeans off yanked my panties to oneside and buried his face into my cunt sucking and licking my clit like a. Confusion, curiosity, understanding, trepidation, surprise, delight, serious worry, unbelief, they all showed up, some several times, in a very fast succession. Since Li usually shows an expressionless face it really was a delight to watch.“I don’t think so,” she said finally. “I have never driven a motorcycle. How could I do that facing backwards?”“You won’t, I’ll drive. I can see over my little Chinese friend. Why do you think the back pad for the passenger slips into place so easily? Plus. I know, I was just a horn dog and looking for any girl that I could hook up with but she was sexy and a little older so she has to be “experienced” right? There was little chance of me ever meeting my goal especially since this was just a party and when does that ever turn out how you want it to.The party went on for a long time and and Paula and my conversation got more intimate as the night went on. She told me that she and her husband used to leave the house then come back when they knew I.